4. CORINO - POUNCE
CORINO lunges forward, blade in hand and stabs the MSCICIEL in the shoulder. She was too slow to react.
The MSCICIEL tanks the stab only offering a small grunt as the oliveblood continues to manuever around her, slashing at her.
With each flick of the knife, cerulean so vibrant and deep spreads like splattered paint. CORINO wonders if it's even real.
She attempts to stab The MSCICIEL in the waist for a second time only for her wrist to be caught. And then her other hand is gripped fiercely.
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'STOP THAT.'
CORINO hisses in response, pulling herself forward past fear -- pushing the knife's tip into the MSCICIEL once more.
Her free hand lunges forward and digs inbetween the mask and the flesh -- pulling at it. Trying anything she can.
As the mask is removed, the MSCICIEL screams something at CORINO. It's unheard, it makes her freeze in place.
Then, The MSCICIEL grabs her knife and twists it around into her chest. CORINO winces, closing her eyes, expecting nothing but endless sleep.
> SLEEP.